All language subtitles for Star.Trek.Picard.S03E05.WEB.x264-TG

Good afternoon.

I am Captain Vadic.

You are harboring one

Jack Crusher.

And we are taking him.

I've been trying
to figure out who stole

these goddamn
experimental weapons

from Daystrom Station and why.

Who stole weapons from Daystrom?

- I did!
- Who with?

Like-minded souls.

Enemies of the Federation.

Okay, so,

that's not withdrawal.

His face... it moved.

There's a Changeling on board.

They're goo-people.
Walking, talking clay-dough.

They can replicate
a person on sight.

Commander, it's me.

Commander what, La Forge?

Commander Hansen.

What is it they want?

I believe they may be
planning another attack.

What could be so
big that they would use

a portal weapon as
just a distraction?

To draw attention from
something else that was stolen.

The real weapon.

We should get to
Daystrom Station now.

Your life in Starfleet... did
you have a life outside of that?

Starfleet has been
the only family

I have ever needed.

Find me.

Used a drone to extract
a sample of the nebula event

from crevasses in the hull.

Bioelectrical composition
is fascinating.

So, how soon before
we head home?

They're saying all systems
will be back on line

in the next few hours.

Thrusters on line.

RCS, ICS...

Already in.

Excuse me.

What are you doing?

You.

I know what you really are.

Aah!

Jack.

Come home.

stardate 78186.03.

We've limped to the edge
of the Alpha quadrant

to pause for repairs
to our warp core

and other essential systems.

Still no sign of
Vadic and the Shrike.

Perhaps our return
to Federation space

has offered us a
bit of a reprieve.

So now we have a chance to focs

on all the other
pressing matters.

How the hell
did a Changeling

get aboard this ship undetected?

As I
recall, Changelings

can mimic most species
on sight alone,

but certainly not their
internal physiology.

Every crew member passes through
an internal imaging chamber

before reporting.
It's standard protocol

since the Dominion War.

Verifies that they're
not a shape-shifter.

I'm sure Starfleet will
be looking into that.

But I'm afraid
they'll be interested

in something else as well.

They're gonna want
answers. From us.

About our part in
commandeering this ship

and endangering her crew.

Time to go home
and face the music.

Captain Shaw, I believe I have
something to return to you.

Computer, return all command
codes to Captain Liam Shaw,

voice authorization
Riker-3-8-alpha, echo.

Transfer complete.

I relieve you, sir.

- I stand relieved.
- So,

now that that is sorted,

I should tell you that I have
already contacted Starfleet

and... they're on their way.

So, Commander, would you
like to face said music

- stated or un-instated?
- Stated.

I reinstate you.

Oh, and, um,

as a courtesy,

because of the harrowing ordeal
that we all survived together,

I'm gonna step outside
so the three of you

can get your bullshit
story straight.

When Starfleet arrives,

I'll bear the brunt of it.

I should be responsible
for everything.

Starfleet is on its way.

And I will handle the
situation as best I can.

We put you in such a
difficult position.

I'm so sorry, I wish...

Most important is
that you are safe.

You have a chance to
return to your lives.

And...

I hope to be a part of them.

Jean-Luc, I don't
think this is over yet.

Not by a long shot.

Somehow, a Changeling bypassed

the ship's internal
security system.

I want to know how.

I would like permission to
examine the Changeling's body.

Do it. Anything that shines
a light on Vadic's intentions

for you and Jack will strengthen
our case with Starfleet.

So, shall I find a comfortable
pair of restraints?

Starfleet's an organization

built on the ideals of reason,

and I can be persuasive
when I need to be.

That I believe.

You know, many a rebel

from all reaches of the galaxy

have found their way

to Starfleet.

Perhaps you might
consider choosing a more

honest vocation.

Starfleet? Me?

For such a brilliant
man, you haven't really

been paying much
attention, have you?

Uh, no offense, but when
Starfleet is done with me,

I'll be on my way.

Like you said.

Of course.

Uh...

Your enemy's aggression will
always reveal their weakness.

You could've sacrificed
a move to reveal mine.

I already know yours.

It's talking!

Impulsiveness,

stubbornness, and
shortsightedness is yours.

Oh, yeah, do
that meditation thing.

You knew I was gonna win.

Priority
communications alert.

Incoming encrypted message
from Starfleet Intelligence.

- Your handler?
- Yes.

Finally.

It's been almost 24 hours
since you contacted them.

- Patience, Raffaela.
- Patience my ass.

If that attack on
Starfleet recruiting

was just a distraction,
that means as we speak

there's a bunch of terrorists
goo-freaks out there

planning their next attack.

Precisely why I requested
access to Daystrom Station.

We need to find out what else

the Changelings stole
from that vault.

What?

No.

We've been denied access
to investigate Daystrom.

But why deny us and
still tell us to pursue?

I have to assume the denial came
from someone above my handler.

They're hiding
something.

You know,

I am so done with
all this pushback.

The key to this
entire conspiracy

could be inside Daystrom.

I'll break in there
myself if I have to.

We are standing down.

No.

If you've sacrificed
half as much as I...

Can you not put
holes in my floor

every time you need
to make a point?

Do not presume to know
what I have and have not

sacrificed for this.

Need I remind you
the Daystrom Station

is guarded by a
sophisticated AI system?

Access is impossible
without authorization

from Starfleet Command.

Then how did a bunch
of morphing lowlifes

from District Six break into it?

That is a question
only Sneed can answer.

Had you not cut off his head.

- To save someone who disobeyed orders.
- All right, all right.

Fine.

But someone out there
knows how the Changelings

got into Daystrom.

So let's ask ourselves who
else is in Sneed's orbit.

I think I may know of someone.

Krinn.

Kingpin of the V'Lashi
crime syndicate.

Specializes in
high-security infiltration.

They're coming! Go, go, go!

Wanted for
multiple counts

of grand theft, racketeering,
and murder across

multiple systems. If
anyone knows something

about the break-in at Daystrom,

it will be Krinn.

Looks like a good
place to start.

What's all this?
What's happening?

We are feared.

We have successfully
destabilized

the criminal element here.

Congratulations.

We are now the alphas
of District Six.

You know what?
Sometimes work is fun.

Listen up!

We're looking for Krinn.

An associate of Sneed.

Let's get out of here.

Where is he?

Did you not hear me?

What happened to Sneed

is gonna happen to every
person in this damn city

unless you turn
him over right now.

What are you doing?

I am waiting.

For what?

For the ecology of District
Six to right itself.

Great.

We're gonna need a backup plan.

Titan, this
is the USS Intrepid.

Power down and await
further instructions.

Captain, it's the Intrepid.

We're being hailed
on a secure channel.

Sir, they're sending over a
shuttle of security officers.

Shuttle?

Something wrong with
their transporters?

Apparently the security officer
is insisting on a shuttle.

Strange.

Shuttle en route, Captain.

Seven, I may have to ask
you for one more favor.

Better do it while you can.

- Do you mind?
- Oh.

Sorry.

Just feeling chipper.

Not because you're about to
have your asses handed to you.

No. Just... chipper.

You know, we have saved the
galaxy more than a few times.

And hopefully they'll remember.

Or they might remember that time

that someone hot-dropped
the saucer section

of the Enterprise-D on a planet.

Or that time that someone

threw the Prime
Directive out the window

so they could snog
a villager on Ba'ku.

Or the time that you boys
nearly wiped out all of humanity

by creating a time paradox

in the Devron system.

Basically, when it comes
to rescues from danger...

you two have a real "chicken
and egg" thing happening.

Those were the days.

Ro Laren.

Captain Shaw. Permission
to come aboard.

Permission granted.

Oh, hello. Where we going?

Somewhere they can't find you.

Admiral Picard.

Captain Riker.

Starfleet requests that
you submit to questioning.

I should inform you
that anything you say

can be used as evidence

in case charges are
introduced against you.

Charges of what?

Treason.

Is this really necessary?

I'm perfectly capable of
handling all this myself.

Your father asked
me to hide you.

Put this on.

No. No.

- No, no, no. I can't do this.
- Just do it.

If security officers
come looking,

it's best to hide
you in plain sight.

For the
record, the subject

is a suspected shapeshifter,

a known threat to the
safety of the crew.

Ensign La Forge, can you
please verify for the recording

that this corpse
is indeed not you?

For the record,

Ensign La Forge
has indicated yes.

First, what we do know.

Typically, upon death,

Changelings revert
to liquid state.

But somehow, this one

has retained its
last replicated form.

I'll start by examining
the epidermis.

Curious.

No DNA represented whatsoever.

And yet there's
bloodlike plasma.

This Changeling

could pass the
traditional blood test.

So, what does that mean?

How the hell is Ro
Laren back in Starfleet?

She should be in prison
for what she did.

That was 30 years ago.

The Maquis are no
longer an enemy.

She had a mission to protect
the Federation from terrorists.

Instead, she became one.

- Jean-Luc...
- The last time you saw her,

she pulled a phaser on you.

Ro has always been an outsider.

You're the one who sent her
to infiltrate the Maquis

- knowing she might empathize.
- Empathy is one thing.

Betraying a commanding
officer is another.

And now she dares to show up
here and accuse us of treason?

We have absolutely
no reason to believe

that she will treat us justly.

You mentored her.

You trusted in her
when no one else would.

You had a bond.

And she broke it.

Better let me do the talking.

I've notified Captain Shaw

that the Titan is under
official security review.

We've begun the
process of transporting

most of the ship's crew to
the Intrepid for reassignment.

You will be
questioned separately.

This tone...

sounds to me as if our guilt
has already been predetermined.

Well, your full cooperation can
bear weight on your sentence.

Come on, Ro. You know us.

For these proceedings, you
will address me as Commander.

Commander?

I'll start with Admiral Picard.

Please escort Captain Riker out.

I'm curious,

how does a lieutenant
who betrayed Starfleet

and her commanding officer

get reinstated?

Did you or did you
not board the Titan

under the guise of conducting
an official inspection

in order to steal a shuttle?

And how does a
traitor stand here

posing as a commander
in Starfleet?

Posing?

As if I'm an impostor?

Yes, Captain Shaw said you had
a Changeling issue on board.

Let's just get this out
of the way, shall we?

Blood or no blood, you...

Your Bajoran earring.

You're not wearing it.

I thought it was a
symbol of your faith.

Or is this you

turning your back on
another institution?

Save your animosity, Admiral.

This isn't entirely about you.

Let's talk about your son.

Find me.

Hear me.

Connect us.

Connect us.

Unit four, step up.

Energizing.

hear me?

Were you ordered

to beam onto the Intrepid yet?

What?

Is...

- Intrepid?
- Yes.

No.

Is there somewhere
else I can go?

Anywhere, please.

Another planet.

Anywhere else as long as
it's not a Starfleet ship.

No.

Hey, you all right?

Worf.

I had a Vulcan master...

who taught me about pride once.

The natural evolution of pride

is downfall.

And here come you two.

You killed Sneed

right here, in public.

And what did we learn?

Pride leads us into traps.

But patience...

Patience brings great rewards.

We seek information

regarding your
criminal activity.

You will yield your weapons.

I assure you, we
have the upper hand.

Were you under the impression

I would not recognize
a mobile emitter?

How disappointing.

It would be
illogical not to suspect

that you would prepare for me.

So I prepared for you.

Given these
findings, it's become clear

how the subject managed to
avoid detection until now.

Somehow, this Changeling's
been able to completely

replicate internal human organs.

Only under intense dissection

does the tissue revert
to its natural state...

Is this a new species?

No.

It's evolution.

Which means they
could be anywhere.

Or...

anyone.

And we would never know.

Tell me about Jack.

I'm not sure I can do that.

Why not? He's your
son, isn't he?

I've only known him a few days.

How is he relevant

to your investigation?

Crusher to Picard.

Answer it.

Dr. Crusher, I'm
with Commander Ro.

I understand, but I
have your test results.

My recommendation is you look
at them as soon as possible.

Send them here. Thank you.

Uh, if you'll excuse me,

this is a private and
urgent medical issue.

Everything all right, Admiral?

Why are you so
interested in my son?

Perhaps because you are
avoiding my questions about him.

He's now central to
this investigation.

Central?

It's strange, though,
you haven't asked me

about Vadic or the Shrike.

The Ro I remember

was much more thorough.

Well, perhaps you
didn't know me at all.

Then enlighten me.

How did you claw your way

back into Starfleet?

After years with the Maquis,

I turned myself in to Starfleet.

I was court-martialed. I
was sent to prison again.

But due to my history
with, uh, terrorist groups,

I was recruited into
Starfleet Intelligence.

They put me into an arduous
rehabilitation program.

Where I proved myself.

Worked my way up slowly, again.

These are mere facts.

That's not what I want to know.

So, what is it you want to know?

Why did you join the enemy?

Why did you betray your honor?

My honor?

Or do you mean Starfleet's?

Blind faith in any institution

does not make one honorable.

You tell me everything you know
about the Changeling on board.

We know nothing. We killed it.

Then I'd like to
see the remains.

All
nonessential crew,

continue to beam over to
the Intrepid for debriefing.

We should alert sickbay that
we're on our way to them.

Change of plans, Admiral.

Step into the holodeck.

Computer, lock entry.

What will it be?

Bajoran springwine?

Hands above the bar.

Of course.

Top-shelf only.

The walls are a little
thin on this ship.

This place have music?

Computer, music.

Guinan's.

You do remember
Guinan, don't you?

Put it down.

- I will kill you.
- Tell me who you really are.

You tell me.

How do I know you're
not compromised?

When you first came
on the Enterprise,

your Bajoran earring violated

the uniform dress code.

We've been through all of this.

Yes, but you claimed

it represented the
family you'd lost.

And I allowed it only to
realize it was for your ego.

- Your Bajoran has improved.
- Oh, I have been

rehearsing this
conversation for 30 years.

You have no idea
what it was like

living under your
relentless judgement.

This wasn't about judgement.

We had a bond

based on mutual respect.

Based on...

You and I...

- You and I what?
- You betrayed

- everything I believed in.
- No.

You wanted to mold
me in your image.

Your mentorship. Your
affection. It was conditional.

You dare to question my honor?

I joined the Maquis
because belonging there

meant standing up to injustice.

Even if it meant betraying

your beloved Starfleet.

That was me.

But you could never
understand that

because you confuse
morality with duty.

And that, Admiral,
is your dishonor.

- I believed in you.
- Only when it was

easy for you.

If I meant so much, you
would have understood.

You broke my heart.

And you broke mine.

Well...

if that pain tells us anything,

it's that we are
who we say we are.

Why are you here, Ro?

Starfleet is compromised.

At the highest level.

Jean-Luc, I need you
to tell me right now.

Do you trust me?

Yes.

Do you remember this place?

I hope you do.

It's where you took
poor Sneed's head.

Not a kind fate for my brother.

Unless I am mistaken,
you are Vulcan.

Hence Sneed, a Ferengi,
is not your brother.

Not by birth.

But we grew up together.

Scavengers of District Seven.

We protected each other.

Like family.

Way to go.

He was loyal.

In my world, loyalty is
what passes for family.

He and I had a blood
oath, and I see your bond.

So you know what comes next.

Understand,

we are with Starfleet
Intelligence.

Sneed was responsible for
the death of hundreds of...

Hundreds of
innocent people, yes.

You learned that Sneed was
the Changeling's intermediary.

You realized I facilitated the
break-in at Daystrom Station,

and I'm sure
Starfleet Intelligence

thanks you for your service.

Never imagined a Vulcan
being dumb enough

to become a gangster.

There can be no
utopia without crime.

Ergo, an organized criminal
enterprise is logical.

Ye olde fight to the death?

How original.

Some of my associates
have wagered

the Klingon, by nature,

will kill the human
within 30 seconds.

Others, the inverse.

Let's settle the wager.

60 seconds or you both die.

Begin.

An enemy's aggression
shows their weakness.

We spoke of sacrifice earlier.

Know that I have also sacrificed
much for this mission.

And it is clear

sacrifice is required again.

Raffaela, house of Musiker...

it has been an honor.

Klingons seldom disappoint.

Worf.

Do not hold back.
Because I cannot!

Aah!

I'm so sorry, Worf.

Do not be.

Today was a good day to die.

You are a warrior,

and this...

is a worthy death.

I believe

the Changelings have infiltrated

every sphere of
power at Starfleet,

including key personnel.

Ro, how is that possible?

I don't know yet.

I think that there are
more on the Intrepid.

I don't trust anyone.

Not the Captain.
I-I don't even

trust the transporters
on the ship.

There have been fleet-wide
issues in four months. I...

What do you know about the
plans for Frontier Day?

Oh, it's Starfleet's
anniversary.

Pomp and circumstance.

- I was supposed to give a speech.
- Well, our

entire fleet is on display.

And what worries me

is that security
preparations are classified.

It's days away and even
I don't have access.

But that's not
evidence of conspiracy.

Jean-Luc, your ship
is not the only one

with a Changeling problem.

There have been 12 incidents
across multiple starships,

all being kept quiet.

I'm just connecting the dots.

What does this have
to do with Jack?

All I know is that Starfleet
insisted that I retrieve him.

But it's not the first time
that I've heard his name

amongst intelligence chatter.

Plus, a few days ago,

Changeling terrorists destroyed
a Starfleet recruitment center

with a portal weapon.

Does that sound familiar?

The same used by Vadic.

Mm.

Let's take this
to Admiral Janeway

- or Chancellor Roll.
- I've tried.

Well, then let me. I
certainly have some sway.

Well, if you can get
past their gatekeepers.

I certainly couldn't.

I even tried to open
an investigation

but I was denied
access at every turn.

I even went to the media.

All I have are a pair
of intelligence assets

on the ground that I trust,

and we've been busy
gathering evidence

connecting the portal
weapon to something else

that the Changelings want.

They're close.

Even as we speak.

Most unexpected.

Check him.

Fascinating.

My calculations had the
Klingon prevailing, ten-to-one.

That smell... Klingon blood.

Makes me sick.

Get rid of him.

You work for me now, Starfleet.

You do have far more to lose.

I know you have people here.

An ex-husband, a son,

granddaughter.

You'll never own me.

I'll kill you first.

Would you care to wager on that?

Klingons never disappoint.

How you doing, big guy?

I hope I didn't go too deep.

I have lost a considerable
amount of blood.

You were dead.

I have mastered the
Kahless technique

of regulating my heart rate
to nearly impercep...

Let us skip to
the interrogation.

I am in desperate need
of medical attention.

Talk now.

Reason suggests

that you won't kill me

because you need
more information.

My friend is bleeding
pretty badly.

How much of his impatience
have you factored in there?

Daystrom Station

is guarded by a
highly sophisticated

AI system.

But it has flaws
that are most...

illogical.

I brokered

for a device that exploits the.

Without it, no one can get in.

And you'll give us that device.

That...

would be logical.

I've transferred most of the
Titan crew to the Intrepid.

I have left you with
a skeleton crew.

You must make sure
that they are loyal.

Jean-Luc, you need to
take the ship and run.

Run?

What about the Intrepid?

I'm headed there now
to buy you some time.

Commander,
we located you

in the holodeck but were
unable to gain entry.

Are you all right?

Prepare the shuttle.
We're leaving. Excuse us.

Ro...

I wish, just once...

that you could
look into my heart

and understand that I only
did what I thought was best.

All these years

that I wish you'd known me.

And that I'd known you.

Goodbye, Admiral.

Commander, we were instructed
to return with Jack Crusher.

We're leaving.
That's an order.

Fastest court-martial
I've ever seen.

Captain Shaw, you
must listen carefully.

We must run.

Run? From what?

I don't have time to explain.

But Starfleet is compromised

and so is that ship.

It's all so much
worse than we thought.

Security.

Belay that.

Don't you dare.

Captain, please.

You must trust me.

Intrepid to shuttle.

You are clear to
approach starboard bay.

Copy, Intrepid.

What are you doing?

Commander Ro to Intrepid.

I just lost my
security officers.

What the hell is happening?

Commander Ro to
Intrepid. Do you copy?

Captain, we're being hailed.

On screen.

- Ro? Are you all right?
- They know.

My security team
was just beamed off.

They planted an
explosive on my shuttle.

Beam her out of there, now.

There's some kind of inhibitor

on the shuttle
blocking her signal.

If she gets closer, we might
be able to get a lock on her.

Ro, turn back toward the Titan.

We need you to get closer.

I don't have time to disarm it.

Sir, she's moving away from us.

Ro, what are you doing?

Jean-Luc,

it's up to you now.

- You finish what I started.
- She's heading for

the Intrepid's port nacelle.

Ro, don't do this.

I'm giving you what you
gave me all those years ago.

A fighting chance.

Ro, I...

I do see you.

Everything.

Forgive me. It's only now.

Ro?

Intrepid is raising shields.

They're arming torpedoes.

We're being ordered
to surrender.

- Surrender? Why?
- Don't you get it?

We're being framed for
what just happened.

The Changelings masquerading
as officers aboard that ship.

Shaw.

We need to run, now.

I can't turn this entire
crew into fugitives.

Most of our crew
was transported onto that ship.

You engage with it,
and you engage them.

If we don't run, Ro will
have died for nothing.

And many more will follow.

Captain Shaw... Liam...

If you still can't
trust us, fine.

At least trust your own eyes.

Red alert.

La Forge, get us out of here

the second the warp
core comes back on line.

Battle stations. Head to
your nearest designated post

and prepare for
further instructions.

All nonessential personnel,
return to quarters.

Starfleet has been compromised.

Emergency order
7-6-2-alpha now in effect.

He's here. Deck Ten.

Don't move.

We're attaching a transport
beacon to beam you away.

Now, hard to
port. Evasive maneuvers.

The Intrepid is
giving us one final warning.

Warp drive on
line in ten seconds.

Intrepid targeting.
Torpedo bays hot.

- We got to go.
- Warp core on line.

Let's get out of here.

They're coming for us.

Yeah.

But who, exactly?

Everyone.

I'm sorry.

I know what she meant to you.

No, Will.

I don't think you do.

I don't even think I did.

She gave me this

just before she...

Her Bajoran earring.

I don't know why.

I do.

Look.

Old-school spycraft.

It's a data chip.

But what are we looking at?

Her entire investigation.

She died for this.

Look at it all.

All the way up to
Starfleet Command.

Jean-Luc?

Mr. Worf?

Admiral.

Captain.

This is unexpected.

We're just as surprised
as you are, old friend.

Wait.

Where is Commander Ro?

Four?

On one Starfleet ship?

Nice shooting, kid.

Can we have a
moment alone please?

Of course.

You can't hide from me, Jack.

I know when you're not sleeping.

Your eyes sink back
into your head.

You look hollow.

Yeah.

I'm not sleeping.

Who is?

You know, I remember a time...

when you were so little

you basically stopped sleeping.

You were afraid to.

Afraid of what you'd
see if you did.

- Nightmares?
- Mm.

I don't remember that.

I do.

I was there.

And you got through them.

And whatever this is, you
can get through this too.

But you've got to talk to me.

You're not okay.

All of the stress, your father,

attempts on your life...

I need to know.

Four.

Remarkable odds.

Tell me, Jack.

How did you know they
were all Changelings?

I didn't.

I think...

there's something
very wrong with me.

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